by Anna M. Evans
(Born in the UK, living in the US)

“It’s coming home, it’s coming home, it’s coming… Football’s coming home”
—The Lightning Seeds

They’re only games but the results can hurt.
Is football coming home? Or not today?
I’m watching England in an Eagles shirt.

And though I schizophrenically assert
it’s football, meaning soccer, it’s okay—
they’re only games. But the results can hurt.

My teams are good, but neither one’s a cert.
It all depends (of course) on how they play.
I’m watching England in an Eagles shirt.

At halftime I switch over, like a flirt
who can’t decide. My sides are up! Well hey!
They’re only games (but the results can hurt).

Then back to football (soccer). Please insert
your accent joke of choice here as I pray,
while watching England in an Eagles shirt.

Thirty-five, ten; three, nil. (Spoiler alert!)
Tomorrow I’ll wake up completely gray.
I know they’re games but these results don’t hurt.
I’m watching England in an Eagles shirt.